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Slave Migrants In Libya And Europe Used For Sex With Animals

Posted by: Okonta Kosi - Benin City
Sunday, December 17th, 2017 - 10:18 pm
It is a stunning visual to watch several video accounts of African migrants being abused and sold as slaves in Libya. Take for example, the video of investigative journalist Ross Kemp, entitled “Libya’s Migrant Hell”. In the video, Ross Kemp was interviewing a group of African girls held against their will in Libya. When he tried to ask what type of work the girls did for the men who were holding them captives, the interview was abruptly terminated and the journalist and his crew were escorted out of the gated compound where the girls were being held. Determined to get answers to questions like that and the fate and treatments of so many migrants held as slaves in Libya and Europe, Real Roots International magazine sent out reporters in search of migrants who have been sent home, and their families and friends.

The shores of Europe beckon to most children as well as adults within the city of Benin in Nigeria, and the recent scandals of slavery discovered in Libya has forced the whole world to beam the torch of inquiry on Nigeria in general, and Benin City in particular. Benin City has been described by many migrants as the center and the beginning point for this dangerous journey undertaken by several migrants over the years from Nigeria. Why would some citizens of this country, regarded as the giant of Africa, wish to undertake a laborious as well as deadly journey across the Sahara desert in the guise of seeking better pastures?



All visitors to the city of Benin would be immediately taken in by its unique geographical terrain which is comprised of hills as well as deep moats. The vegetation is green and that has been the reason why the area is good for agriculture, thriving with several oil palm trees, yams and other local products. Going through the city, the visitor would be confronted with many growing industrial sights, which would make one marvel and ask the question, why would anyone not want to stay and thrive in this city? The city of Benin is the venue where the ancient Benin Kingdom thrived and the present site of the palace of the current Oba (provisional head) of Benin Kingdom. This kingdom received European visitors who were the Portuguese in 1472, and began the exchange of emissaries with European kings. Who would have believed that in these modern times, Benin City has become notorious as a center where young girls are recruited and tricked away to Libya and Europe in support of a very sophisticated syndicate of sex traders?

We talked with Mrs. Osamagbe Edehen Rita, a seamstress within the city of Benin. She revealed that a close relative, a lady, had undertaken the journey to Italy with much excitement. This relative had been lively during her first few months in Europe. However, within a year, she returned, and had completely transformed into a ghost of her former self due to the hardship she faced in Italy. It was not easy for the family to see a relative in such a condition. Family members had been hoping for some economic gains from a relative who had been successful to undertake the treacherous journey from Nigeria, through the Sahara desert, to Libya, and eventually, through the Mediterranean to Europe. What had happened? Why has this relative come back from where most people in Nigeria were preparing to travel to, to go and begin to reap their own pot of gold?

Mrs. Osamagbe and her family did not get any answers from their relative who had returned. But after much coaxing, medical treatments and therapy, this relative revealed that she and several of her Nigerian and African companions had been used as tools for fulfilling the sexual pleasures of dogs that had been injected with performance enhancing drugs while men watched them. The most humiliating implication was that many Libyan and European men did not see these African women and girls as human enough to have sex with them. Instead, they stood by and watched while their dogs and animals had sex with them, and they sometimes took bets as to which girls would survive or die from the gruesome sexual orgies.



This story amongst many others of the same nature are what African governments and organizations are now making public in a bid to discourage their citizens from travelling to Europe without proper documents, through Libya. But Europe holds an allure that cannot be shaken off so easily from most residents in Benin City. A personal discussion with Osasuyi James and Enadeghe Timothy, youths within the city, revealed that Europe's allure come from the fact that Nigeria, their mother country, has failed them with the prevalence of corruption which has eaten deep into the system. For James as well as many others, once they are able to endure the hazardous journey through the Sahara and overcome the furious tides of the Mediterranean separating Libya from Europe, they would be satisfied and would engage in odd jobs which they would sustain themselves with until they get a big break in terms of getting their work permits.

While some of their peers have been successful in crossing into Europe and hoodwinking older Europeans into marriages and gay sex, many other migrants have encountered troubles such as deportation, slavery as well as other vices. Even though some have been lucky enough to return home, others have died without family members to hold rites for them into the great beyond. Many men have been traumatized with electric shocks on their private parts, and crude objects stuck in their anuses.

As I interview more people and try to advice most youths, I discover a pattern of response; the elderly ones continue to lament for the future of their children, while the majority of the youths are only bothered with making it into Europe with the aim of hustling in order to succeed and provide better living conditions for their families back home. It is a bleak future one concludes, after listening to the way their country has failed them as well as their firm resolve to reach Europe against all odds. As a popular saying in the country goes "Europe na the Canaan wey milk and honey bokun” which loosely translates as Europe is like the biblical Canaan, which is a land of milk and honey.

 

My Ebola-Scare Plane Trip With Mike Okri



Posted by: Wisdom O. Ogbor - Lagos, Nigeria
Posted on: Saturday, August 26th, 2017 - 2:23 pm

This story you are about to read, really did happen. It was in 2014 when the Ebola scare in Africa was at its peak. Liberia and Sierra Leon were being devastated by the epidemic, and one inflicted person had just crossed by plane from Liberia into Nigeria. Nigeria was then in a struggle that eventually saw them victorious in the control of Ebola in their country. But the threat was coming to America, and the rest of the world, as travellers who had been visiting the epidemic centers in Africa were entering by plane into North America Europe.

It was in the backdrop of this scenario that I found myself travelling from Murtala Mohammed International Airport in Lagos, to Atlanta, Georgia, after visiting Africa for very serious family loses.

Right from Lagos, it was chaotic to be travelling anywhere in the midst of so many suspecting people. Everyone was refraining from eating the customary tasty bush meat, and most people were afraid to shake hands, or be brushed upon in public places.

As I arrived at Murtala Mohammed International airport in Lagos to board my flight to Atlanta, the scene was even more chaotic. We had to arrive at least five hours before our departure, and as the taxi dropped me off at the departure terminal of the airport, I was soon to understand why.

Right from the entrance, there were health officials and security forces, watching all travelers like a hawk. A thermometer was shot right at your face in a laser as you entered the airport and health forms were handed to you to give a detailed information of all the places you have been to during your visit and stay in Nigeria or other African countries. Included with that, one had to stand in the long lines to check in your luggage and get a boarding pass.

While wasting away in one of these lines, it was brought to my attention that there was a celebrity in our midst. As a welcomed relief to ease the pain and suffering, of standing in line, and being submitted to so many officials, my eyes followed the position of that celebrity. It was Mike Okri, a celebrated Nigerian Pop singer from the 1980’s. I was definitely interested, because he was one of the lucky ones who made it successfully in Nigerian music in the eighties when I had first gone home to Nigeria, to shop a demo tape of music I had self produced in America, as I sought unsuccessfully myself to break into the music business in Nigeria. I had followed the successful musicians, getting to know some of them, but only catching a far glimpse of Mike Okri on television, radio or in several well-promoted newspaper stories. And alas, here he was, Mike Okri, passing so close to me in line, at Murtala Mohammed airport, to board a plane to America. I did not say a thing to him. I only watched as several of us marveled at his presence, with some of us pretending not to be marveling.

After checking in my luggage and getting my boarding pass, I went through a health post again where my temperature was checked with a laser thermometer before I was allowed to proceed to the security check area to join another queue. As I proceeded further into the formalities before boarding my flight, I seemed to have lost the little entertainment euphoria I had gained temporarily with the appearance of Mike Okri. And I had lost track of where Mike himself had ended up in the midst of the huge zoo of people who were all lined up to board a plane at Murtala Mohammed airport in Lagos.

After getting through the security clearance, we were faced with another post of health officials and their thermometers, to whom we finally handed our health forms that we had filled out, and the final determination on if we were really healthy enough to board this flight to America. All the waiting in line had actually made me sick, but to my delight, I was cleared to proceed to the airline’s waiting lounge, where the airline employees subjected us to the final health and security checks before going into the lounge, and sitting in line this time as we waited to be called to board the plane. As I waited to be called up to board the plane, I had become worn out, and had completely forgotten about Mike Okri.

I was just happy to get onboard the plane and unwind in my window seat as the plane finally taxied off on the tarmac and shot into the skies. We were enroute, finally. The flight crew handed out pillows and blankets, helped passengers who were requiring assistance, and we all sank in to begin watching our flight movies or listen to music, while we waited for refreshments and our inflight supper.

Suddenly, there were frantic movements on the other side of the aisle from me, inside the plane. The flight crew was moving anxiously up and down the aisle, and soon, it seemed that they could no longer conceal what was going on from the rest of the passengers. One of them was asking to everyone’s hearing, “Is there a doctor on this flight…?” What? Passengers began to get anxious. Many passengers began to come up from the back, to see what was going on in the middle section of the plane, or to share what they knew about what was going on.

A middle-aged passenger had fallen ill, and was slipping in and out of consciousness. Some passengers were angry because many of us had concealed that we were not feeling well, in other not to be denied from boarding the plane, after several hours of waiting in line and frantically wanting to be on our way to join loved ones and families at the other end of the Atlantic. Some passengers had even bribed their way to make sure they did not miss the flight.

No wonder this sick man was now in our midst, raising the fear of Ebola in an airplane packed with close to three hundred travellers. Passengers were panicking subtly, and it was in this panic that I saw again in the midst of all the panicking passengers, the object of the brief relief I had felt in the airport terminal myself, when I was feeling weak, and afraid that I would not be allowed to board the plane. Mike Okri was in my flight, and he was standing among the worried passengers. But I could not see if he was worried or not. All I could picture in my head, were images of the videos of him I had seen in the eighties, of him singing his hit songs, “Omoge” and “Time Na Money”, on television.

Maybe I should go up to him now and say hello! But it was such a bad timing. He was wearing a jeans jacket. I quickly calculated all his celebrity attributes. While others including Mike Okri worried about the sick man, I was watching Mike Okri. I had heard him say in a conversation with someone else that he was travelling to New York. Now I wondered about all the good music opportunities that would be awaiting him in New York. As I wondered, all the other passengers wondered about the sick man and what would become of all of us if he were actually being sickened with Ebola.

The captain came on the intercom to confirm what all the passengers already knew at this time. There was a sick man on board, and the airline was in communication with the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta, to determine what would become of our flight. It was only at that announcement that it dawned on me that I, with the rest of the passengers was in serious trouble. I had heard about the quarantines, and worse than that, the exposure to Ebola, and the certain death of all who were ever exposed to that mysterious illness.

The captain came back on the intercom to announce that the CDC had denied us entry into the United States of America. Our flight was diverted to the tiny Island of Bermuda, where we were to land and await further instructions from the CDC. Our worst fears, it seemed, were now coming through.

I began to have this feeling that I was going to pee on myself, and that I really wanted to get out of that plane at all cost. To deal with that anxiety, I closed my eye, and began to breath in and out, long and slowly.

I noticed the plane turn around as we began our diversion to Bermuda. My mind was now racing. It was really happening. I was becoming a party to all the terrors that I have been hearing from others, or listening from the newspapers and radio about Ebola. Days before boarding the plane from Nigeria, news and rumors were rife, and Ebola remedies which involved waking up at wee hours of the night and dousing oneself with a bucket of salt-filled water to escape Ebola were now circulating in my mind. As my mind raced, the plane also raced, landed and parked at a small airport in Bermuda. We waited for a while, and people in Hazmat suits boarded our flight and went over to inspect the sick man.

There were frantic moments of waiting, and no one was allowed to disembark from our plane. Passengers were speaking in low whispers as every one speculated about what would become our fate as the minutes progressed, with us sitting in the plane looking out through the windows, into the quiet night at a Bermuda airport. As we waited in suspense, the Hazmat-suited people in our plane attended to our sick co passenger. Several tests had to be taken and analyzed with the CDC before we were to know our fate. What would it be? Quarantine or freedom???

What seemed like several hours passed, and the captain came again on the intercom. After several tests, the CDC had decided that the sick man did not have Ebola afterall, and our flight was now cleared to proceed to Atlanta, our original destination. The passengers broke out in celebration of joy. God had answered our prayers. We would not be quarantined, and best of all, we would soon continue to our destinations where worried relatives and friends would have noticed that we were several hours late from our arrival, and would have started panicking with us too.

When we arrived in Atlanta, more health officials boarded our plane for a final check and confirmation that we were really Ebola-free. At last, when we were allowed to disembark, we did so hastily, with a true eagerness to get far away to our destinations as soon as possible. In the rush and hurry, I was disconnected from my experience with Mike Okri. I was only to see him again on Facebook, where I was less intimidated enough to send him a friend request and explain to him that I was also a passenger on that fateful flight from Lagos to Atlanta, when we were diverted to Bermuda on an Ebola scare. We have remained friends on Facebook ever since then!


 

How Do You Become A Model And Work in the Fashion & Entertainment Industry?

Posted by: Fashion Editor - Houston, Texas
Sunday, February 11th, 2018 - 12:39 pm
The fashion and modeling industry are two of the most difficult professions to break into. There is no definite talent that qualifies one to be a model or fashion spokesperson, except by chance or by
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Learn To Buy And Sell In Today’s Global Markets

Posted by: Wisdom O. Ogbor - Houston, Texas
Monday, January 1st, 2018 - 2:30 pm
The advent of the Internet has made the world one global market. This means that wherever you are, it is now easy to buy anything from anywhere, and have it delivered to you wherever you choose to. Bu
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Understanding The “Rastafari” Concept For Beginners

Posted by: Wisdom O. Ogbor - Kingston, Jamaica
Thursday, December 28th, 2017 - 1:42 am
In the world we are living in today, it will not be incorrect to say that religion is causing far more troubles for people as opposed to solving the troubles. It must have been the intention of the an
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Gaddafi’s Son To Run For President In Libya, And End Slave Migrant Terrors

Posted by: News Desk - Tripoli, Libya
Wednesday, December 20th, 2017 - 8:52 pm
Since the brutal overthrow and assassination of Colonel Muammar Gaddafi in Libya in 2011, no one has been able to set up a united government in Libya and run the country like Gaddafi and his family di
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Slave Migrants In Libya And Europe Used For Sex With Animals

Posted by: Okonta Kosi - Benin City
Sunday, December 17th, 2017 - 10:18 pm
It is a stunning visual to watch several video accounts of African migrants being abused and sold as slaves in Libya. Take for example, the video of investigative journalist Ross Kemp, entitled “Libya
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Grooming World-Class Soccer Players From Nigeria.

Posted by: Wisdom O. Ogbor - Lagos, Nigeria
Sunday, December 3rd, 2017 - 6:29 pm
 
The groups for World Cup 2018 in Russia have been drawn. Nigeria is grouped with Argentina, Iceland, and Croatia, in Group D. About eleven talented soccer players, with their substitutes, supports,
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Egungun As Part of Houston’s Nigerian Culture

Posted by: Wisdom O. Ogbor - Houston, Texas -
Thursday, November 23rd, 2017 - 8:01 pm
 
In the early 70's and 80's, students from Nigeria seeking admissions into a university outside their country began to troop into Houston for a few obvious reasons. The temperature in the commercial Te
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SARDINE EATERS, BE WARNED!

Posted by: Health Desk - Abuja, Nigeria
Sunday, November 19th, 2017 - 6:09 am

Some six years after the disastrous nuclear accident in Fukushima Japan, the worst nightmare scenarios about the consequences of the nuclear spill are beginning to manifest in some parts of the world.
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Young Kings of Africa, Making A Difference Here, And Now



Posted on: Monday, October 23rd, 2017 - 1:48 am
Posted by: Wisdom O. Ogbor - Asaba, Nigeria

Once upon a time, Africa used to be known as a land of Kings and Queens, and of princes and princesses. The kings were usually old and powerful men, and in a few instances women, who ruled in council
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Why The USA Did Not Qualify For The 2018 World Cup



Posted on: Sunday, October 15th, 2017 - 4:59 pm
Posted by: Sports Desk - Chicago, Illinois

On Tuesday October 10, 2017, Trinidad and Tobago defeated the USA soccer team by 2 goals to 1 in the fifth round of the World Cup Qualifier games, to deny the Americans an opportunity to appear in the
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If Donald Trump Always Hits Back At His Attackers, Why Has He Not Hit Back At Eminem???



Posted on: Friday, October 13th, 2017 - 12:11 pm
Posted by: Entertainment Desk - Miami, Florida

It seems like it is becoming a cheap shot to always find something bad to say in attack of the 45th president of the United States, Donald J. Trump, but frankly, the president himself fuels the fire s
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Revealed: The Clear Message Of The Las Vegas Shooter



Posted on: Friday, October 6th, 2017 - 1:18 am
Posted by: Crime Desk - Las Vegas, Nevada

Make no mistake about this; The United States of America is a country of law enforcement. When a crime as heinous as the recent Las Vegas mass shooting is committed, the FBI and local law enforcement
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Biafra, Catalonia, Kurdistan – No Easy Road For Separatists



Posted on: Tuesday, October 3rd, 2017 - 4:19 am
Posted by: News Desk - Lagos, Nigeria

If you thought that your country stands alone fighting against being torn apart by separatists, or that your people are alone, fighting for freedom from your oppressive country, do not feel that way a
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How You Can Invest In Nigeria's Film Industry Now!



Posted on: Wednesday, September 27th, 2017 - 11:07 pm
Posted by: Business Desk - Asaba, Nigeria

Nigeria has a very successful film industry rated number three in the world, behind America’s Hollywood and India’s Bollywood. This industry known as Nollywood, boasts of highly acclaimed Nigerian fil
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If You Cross, You Die; If You Stay, You Die – Realities Of Saharan-Mediterranean Migrants



Posted on: Sunday, September 24th, 2017 - 10:51 pm
Posted by: Jeff Bachman - Malaga, Spain

The world has become all familiar with the plight of thousands of migrants from West Africa, Somalia, Eritrea, Ethiopia and Sudan, and their fate in the Sahara desert, and the Mediterranean sea in an
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Biafra By Any Other Name Is Beyond Nnamdi Kanu and President Buhari



Posted on: Sunday, September 17th, 2017 - 6:33 pm
Posted by: The Editorial Desk - Abuja, Nigeria

BY DAVID OKAFOR.
The wind of protests of marginalized people around the world is stirring up attention and consequences of different dimensions. There is currently, the Catalonian agitation in Sp
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Why You Should Never Believe Everything You See With Your Naked Eyes…



Posted on: Sunday, September 10th, 2017 - 9:59 pm
Posted by: Wisdom O. Ogbor - Mombasa, Kenya

You are walking down a busy street in a busy town; suddenly, you come across a naked man, or an old woman, or a child wrapped with a snake around their neck, or something worse, and making a huge spec
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Are Hurricanes Furious Spirits Of Africans Lost At Sea During Slave Trade Era?



Posted on: Sunday, September 10th, 2017 - 5:39 am
Posted by: Africa Desk - Elmina, Cape Coast

2017 has quickly claimed a vicious position in hurricane history with four consecutive Hurricanes, Harvey, Irma, Katia and Jose, mimicking an identical trend that has happened before in 2010. With all
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North Korea Vs The USA: What Options Are On The Table?



Posted on: Wednesday, August 30th, 2017 - 7:22 am
Posted by: News Desk - Washington DC

The nuclear stand-off between President Donald Trump of the USA and North Korea’s Kim Jong-un is finally reaching an epic proportion with North Korea firing a long-range missile over Japan recently. N
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CANCUN : Trouble In Paradise



Posted on: Monday, August 28th, 2017 - 11:38 am
Posted by: Travels Desk - Mexico City

For the longest time, Cancun had been able to be free from the criminal activities and chaos that has been facing other Mexican tourist resorts like Acapulco, Los Cabos or Mazatlan. The whole state of
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